Dear Mr Darcy [Pride and Prejudice]

No abuse, no abuse, no abuse. Although the author's IQ is not high, the heroine's IQ is high. P. S. Imagination, please do not verify it. Funny version of the text: Once upon a time, there was a prince named Darcy, who wanted to find a real princess to marry. On a stormy night, a young lady named Emma knocked on the door of his castle. She was soaked and very embarrassed. Prince Darcy helped her, let her live in a comfortable room, and secretly placed a pea under 20 quilts on the bed. The next day, Emma handed Prince Darcy a back cover: "Sleeping on such a high quilt is prone to lumbar disc herniation. It will be better if it is cured soon." Prince Darcy blushed at her sincere smile. Why do I have to find a real princess? I should find a salesperson with a good back, like Emma. From then on, Prince Darcy and Emma lived happily together. I thought love was about meeting someone who meets my standards. I didn't expect that love was about meeting someone who changed my standards into hers. Intention: